Laughing

Twelve-Year-Old:  Maybe the real Key to Time was the friends we made along the way.
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Why are you guys laughing?

Gender Reveal

Twelve-Year-Old:  How does giant gorilla who’s sort of powered by lightning defeat giant laser gender-reveal stegosaurus?

Spat

Me:  And now the space lesbians are having a spat.

Will

Friend:  We’re off to fight Will Smith!

Pony

First Friend:  Slave horses.
First Friend’s Wife:  Kinky, yes.
First Friend:  And they’re dressed up like Princess Leia.
Second Friend:  Let’s not find one of those pony clubs ahead.

Yes, that Grumpy

Friend’s Wife:  Don’t go into the bathroom for a hot minute.  He’s going to do another Grumpy.

Flounder

Me:  Peppa Pig does sort of look like a flounder.

Wedge

Eleven-Year-Old:  Just put it right there?
Me:  Here, between Wedge and Ganesh?

Oscar

Friend:  Magic missile Oscar the Grouch!

Gunned

Me:  There are rules to this kind of thing.  If you have a three-breasted woman who gets machine gunned, it’s got to be in the front.